The New Yorkerのインスタグラム(newyorkermag) - 1月19日 03時10分

@kcornv’s father often used a soccer metaphor to describe her family’s journey in America. “That’s how my dad explained his limp every night, his feet blistered from speed-running deliveries,” she writes. “It’s why we sometimes didn’t have money for electricity or shampoo. Those were fouls. Sometimes my parents did tricky things to survive that you’ll never know about. Those were nutmegs.” At the link in our bio, read Villavicencio’s Personal History about growing up undocumented, and the complicated mixture of gratitude and guilt that comes with being the child of immigrants.

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